Approaching, the three big characters on the door are written—Wuzhuangguan.

Never thought that after running around all day, I would end up back where I started.

"Wukong, how did we end up back here?"

Master frowned and looked at Wuzhuangguan, asking in confusion.

At that moment, I was also puzzled and didn't know how to explain in the face of Master's question.

Just then, the gate slowly opened again, and two figures walked out from inside.

"Holy monk, why have you returned?"

"Oh, perhaps the fog in the mountains, the winding paths, you've lost your way and ended up here again," one of them said.

It sounded like a self-questioning, and at the same time, it seemed like an explanation to us.

This person was none other than Qingfeng.

"Yes, yes, there were others who passed by Wanshoushan before."

"They also lost their way and came back and forth four or five times before leaving."

"Holy monk, it's late, why don't you rest for the night and make plans for tomorrow?"

Mingyue also joined in, smiling with her eyes and occasionally casting glances at me.

Seeing the smug look in their eyes, I couldn't help but feel annoyed.

This feeling of knowing but not being able to solve the problem was extremely frustrating.

"Oh, Master, in that case, let's stay another night," the idiot pig said, once again begging Master for shelter.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Every time we come to Wuzhuangguan, the two disciples always try to get Master to stay.

This fool seems lazy and wants to stay, but in a way, he's helping the two disciples keep Master here.

With that in mind, I had even more doubts about Bajie.

Helplessly, the few of us once again stayed inside.

With the previous experience, this time I did not hesitate at all.

After settling in, I went straight to Qingfeng and Mingyue.

Boom, one after another, beating them to the ground.

I severed their heads, burned their bodies to ashes.

The next morning, we set off again.

On the way, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Setting off several times in a row, spending several days, but still wandering aimlessly in Wanshoushan, we, the master and his disciples, couldn't help but feel a little down.

In the evening, as expected, we unexpectedly arrived at Wuzhuangguan once again.

The gate opened again, and I stared warily at the doorway.

Not long after, Qingfeng and Mingyue walked out from the temple again.

"Holy monk, have you lost your way again?"

"Since that's the case, why not stay for another day?" Qingfeng suggested, as if to persuade us to stay.

Just as we were hesitating, a patch of auspicious clouds floated in the air.

A Taoist wearing a purple gold crown and a yellow robe slowly descended from the clouds.

Behind him, there were more than forty disciples, all bowing respectfully with their faces obscured.

"Master." Qingfeng and Mingyue both bowed to the Taoist.

It seemed that this person was the legendary ancestor of the earth immortal—Zhenyuanzi.

"Haha, I didn't expect to meet old friends after returning from the Mi Luo Palace."

"Since we've met, why not stay for another day as a sign of goodwill," Zhenyuanzi said to the master with a smile.

"Um...in that case, we'll take you up on your offer," the master agreed after some hesitation.

Helplessly, we once again stayed at Wuzhuangguan.

After settling in, I and the master and the others were accommodated in the guest rooms.

With Zhenyuanzi's return, the situation became even more complicated.

At this point, I couldn't care less if someone was being possessed.

With no one around, I had to tell them the truth about the current situation.